The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1887-09-15
sone foolish, insipid role thatI am capable
sof nothing better9 Give me q chance, and
see what lean do.

:sone foolish, insipid role that I am capable
gof nothing better2 Give me a chance, and
see what I can do.
OF, bid ME leap rather than marry Paris,
began, and declaimed the speech with
such despairing yigors that our manager
was impressed.
Well, the end of it was, he yielded to
my suggestion. It seemed o prosperous
time to float a new Juliet. Alta neigh
boring theatre q lovely foreign actress was
playing the part nightly to- crowded
I houses. We might get some Of the over
Z flow, or the public would come for the
sake Of comparing native with imported
talent. OH the faces Of my traducers
who had said, Those Gascoigne girls
have no feeling for art," when it was
known that they were out Of the bill, and
that Sibyl Gascoigne was to play Shake
speare. I absolutely forgot Jack for one
whole minute. But the next, my grief,
my desolation, were present to me with
more acuteness than ever. And was glad
/ that 1t was SO. Such agony as I was en-
during would surely make me play Juliet
as It had never been played before.
At rehearsals could see L created q.
sensation. I felt that I was grand in my
hopeless love, my desperate grief. I
should make myself name. If Jack
were dead or had forsaken me, my art
should be all In all.
The morning before the all important
evening dawned. I had lain awake nearly
an hour, as was my custom Of nights
now, thinking of Jack, wondering Il ever
woman had SO much cause to grieve as I.
Then rose, practiced taking the friar's
potion, and throwing myself upon the bed
until my mother came up and told me to-
go to sleep on my eyes would be red and
I hollow in the morning. But told my
mother that hollow eyes and pale cheeks
were necessary to me now; that my career
depended on the depths Of my despair.
ssTo-morrow, mother, letno one disturb
me on any account. Keep away letters,
newspapers, everything. Tomorrow 1
am Juliet or nothing
MY mother promised, and I got some
! hours ofsu1distu ufbed slumber
Rehearsal was oyer-the last rehearsal
sIhad gone through my part thinking OF
.my woes. + had swall lowed the draught as
IL It had indeed been q potion toputme out
fail remembran Of my misery. had
snafched the dagger and stabbed myself
even as Toften felt tempted to do in real
life, And then I set off home, feeling
that il life were bereft for me Of all Joy, II
Twas doomed TO sink, unwedded, to the
grave, Ishould at least have the satisfac-
tion of confounding my enemies and;
triumphing over thelh. ssa
4 Was passing Charing Cross station,
delayed o little while by the streams Of
vehicles issuing forth, when in a hanson
at a little distance I saw form face.
which made me start and tremble, and
turn hot and cold and red and white
sall :at the same time. 1t could not be
Jack. It oughtn' Z, mustn't, shouldn't be
Jack. Had not to act IN suffering and
despair to-nighta We'll, even il he had re-,
turned In safety from his cruise, 1t was
without thought Of me In his heart.
sTfei Was pgaged-married-for aught !
knew SIt was ossible, may certain, that
sIshould ineyer zee him: again